He probes deeper

"Before I fuck you..." he starts, causing you to groan in frustration. Your fingers start idly rubbing your clit while he talks. "...how do I know you're not on **** or something? You're clearly under some sort of influence..." You moan desperately. While normally, his question would seem logical to you, your mind is clouded by a warm haze. You just need to be fucked to hopefully give yourself some sort of release. Out of options, you admit the truth to him.

"I... I got an implant," you admit breathily, still rubbing yourself. "It's some sort of nano tech that... ung fuck... you can use to pleasure yourself." Telling him about it made you feel so... slutty. Excited. "I turned it on by accident before you took my phone away, and now it's driving me crazy. Oh shit..." You barely knew Patrick and now you were admitting the most intimate possible thing, while actively pleasuring yourself. The thrill of the act only increases your arousal.

"Is that so?" He asked, curious. "It's controlled by your phone?"

"Yes, yes!" you answer. "Now are you going to fuck me or what?" Trying to tempt him, you sit on the desk and spread your legs wide, revealing your soaked panties.